It's time for tweeting yeah.
(points to Dobby) There u r. Hi watcha
doing? What's up Buttercup!
(Dobby leaves room)
Was it something I said?
Crap :( What do I do now?
(Dobby returns) Oh boy. Oh boy. :)
I'm thinking maybe I should have not
have had that cup of coffee earlier this evening.
Dobby: Ya think?
I'm excited.
Dobby: Gassy too. (making face)
The coffee didn't sit well. I got
excited today. My sister is house shopping. She found an especially
good one. Well, probably.
Houses in really good shape for a
reasonable price are hard to find. Why do u think I rent?
Dobby: Because you don't like work.
Anything that looks like work, smells like it has been near work...
I'm kick a** with a paint brush. Don't
start.
I kick a** too. :)
but only with a paint brush.
Dobby. Kitty, kitty.
I don't feel funny tonight.
Dobby: (reaches up and touches Mom's
arm) I hate to tell u this Mom but u don't feel normal either.
I mean I don't feel like I can be funny
tonight.
Dobby: Someone thinks ur funny? (mom
opens mouth to answer) Dobby: Besides Grandma.
Crap! You've got me there. I am going
back to our story. I hope u can come up with something.
Dobby: I'll see if I can find a
hairball or something.
"You do have a point." Aunt
Terri said. "What do you want to do this morning?"
Jesse looked around the small shop.
Things were in perfect order as usual. There really was nothing for
her to do.
"I know I won't get back to sleep
if I go home. I guess I'll go upstairs and work on some things."
Jesse went up to the second floor.
It was outfitted with an office on one
side and an efficiency apartment on the other. Jesse could hear her
aunt and uncle working in the kitchen downstairs. Arguing too.
"Too much responsibility. The
family bakery and the home was too much responsibility for a nineteen
year old. She should have spent these last ten years living in
cramped apartments in the city and going to too many parties with her
friends, like other people in their twenties. I never understood
Cameron and Ava leaving the family "legacy" in her keeping.
It was completely unfair and thoughtless of them."
"It is tradition. The oldest child
in the family cares for the bakery and the house. Then, the oldest
child leaves it to their oldest. My family has been doing it this
way for nearly one hundred years Carl."
Dobby: I see Paris. I see France. I
can't see ur underpants. What a relief!
"Traditions can be changed."
Uncle Carl shouted.
"Do you think Ava and Cameron
planned to die so young? Our parents and all of our grandparents
lived well into their eighties." Aunt Terri continued, "Jesse
has always been exceptionally intelligent and focused. If someone had
to take the reins early be glad it was her. Besides, she isn't alone
in this. She has always had us."
"The bakery, the house, this
family will get through the slump. Jesse never makes bad decisions."
"There have been times I was sure
that girl was crazy. But everything she tries works out." Uncle
Carl sounded like he was smiling.
"Which comes to my next point."
Aunt Terri said. "Why are you giving Jesse such a hard time
about the new guy in town?"
"I have to get these donuts
finished." Uncle Carl tried dismissing the conversation.
Aunt Terri crossed to room to stand in
front of him. "What's wrong with him?"
"Terri, the donuts."
"Carl."
"You're not going to let this go
are you?" Uncle Carl asked.
"Nope." Jesse could visualize
Aunt Terri folding her arms in determination.
"I just don't think all that fancy
polish is right for our girl."
"If she falls for him. He will
take her back to New York, L.A., Paris, London wherever he came from.
I don't want her to go."
"Jesse is a grown woman. We have
to respect her choices. We both know "our" girl. She won't
go anywhere she doesn't want to. She will always find her way home.
Love Jesse enough to trust her, Carl. I do."
It got quiet. Jesse felt guilty for
listening to their conversation. It was reassuring to hear them
talking as closely as ever.
"How long am I going to have to
wait for those donuts?" Aunt Terri asked. Jesse heard a towel
snap. It had a crack like a bull whip.
"OOO...feels good baby."
Jesse giggled and blushed at the sound of Uncle Carl's joke. There
are some things you don't want to hear in life no matter how old you
get.
TTFN
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